This is a continuation of the story and you can read part 4 HERE.
She thought while staring at the Master’s tool as it continued to pound mercilessly into Daisy’s opening. Just what was making her feel this way eluded her just then, but it really didn’t seem to matter. She was enjoying her own sensations as she touched, smelled watched the tool thrusting deeper into her young friend’s tender opening. She should have been jealous, but her guilt had not dissipated fully and she felt that Daisy deserved the Master’s attention in return for her punishment. After all, it was Estelle who had received the relief that Daisy’s lips had afforded her. She wanted to please her Master, but at the same time she wanted to help Daisy in some small way.
As she sat and watched, her idea formed. She teased the Master’s balls, feeling the pliable, malleable little balls tighten with each touch of her fingers. Finally she plucked up the courage to do what she really wanted to do at that moment. She slightly, then the urge became too strong to resist anymore. She stretched her neck and began to tentatively lick the soft tissue that surrounded the globes that swung from the Master. As he pounded Daisy, the globes swayed and smacked gently against Daisy’s tender cheeks. Estelle began to explore the sacks with her tongue. The roar that erupted from the Master’s lips spurred her exploration on. She could smell the heady scent of their entwined sex, feel between her lips the slick liquid that their union was producing, and taste the Master’s juices as they mingled with Daisy’s.
Her tongue explored, all cares, all fears forgotten as she tasted, felt, and watched. She was transfixed, her senses whirled around her body in a frenzy of anticipation. Her tongue traveled from his balls to the small fold of skin that separated them from his bottom. His grunts and moan increased as she licked the fold of skin and she soon discovered the more she licked the greater the pleasure he derived from it. Her tongue swirled and eddied in a frenzy of licking, the tastes, aromas and feeling driving her forward all the time. She was enraptured by what she was doing and the pleasure that it was giving both the Master and herself.
As she licked the small fold of flesh whilst still groping his balls,she felt them tighten beneath her fingers. He let out a mighty roar and with one final thrust pushed himself deep into her friend’s opening.She felt his balls contract as his seed spilled into Daisy. Estelle gasped as she realised what was happening before her eyes. She withdrew her tongue but continued to fondle his globes as they expanded once more.
His seed had been deposited deep inside Daisy now and he slumped forward onto the small girl that had just received the offering. Estelle sat under the table, not daring to move now that the Master was no longer moving. She collected her thoughts as she waited for something to happen. She realised as she sat there observing as his tool began to soften and in time slipped from Daisy’s chasm just what she had witnessed. She could see his seed dribble from Daisy slowly in soft droplets as his tool softened and allowed the viscous liquid to seep from her opening. Her stomach was knotted, she felt so enlightened by the scene that she had just witnessed, but more that she had taken part in it.
It seem an age till he moved once more. In reality it was no more than five minutes before he rose and bent under the table to pe